Hildegard

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Name: They call me Hildegard.

Age: I have seen four springs.

Breed: My father was an Andalusian, and my mother was a Mustang.

Gender: I am a mare.

Height: I only stand 16 hands high.

Color: I am a grey dove with darker points here and there. My mane and tail are both laced with blonde, grey, and black.

Eye Color: Strangely, I have royal blue eyes.

Markings: I have no markings on my body. I am simply a sleek grey.

History: I was born to a small band of horses. Two mares, a very young stallion, and one other foal. We were always on the move. Trying to stay alive and away from rivaling stallions. It wasn't an easy lifestyle, mind you. Since we were almost always moving, my mother and the other mare became quite emaciated, as did our leader. Us foals were kept quite healthy, however, and I couldn't have been happier really. I saw the small things in my life, and took them into my grasp. They made me happy. It was blissful, even though I would have loved to stay in one place for more than a day.

However, this bliss ended with the other foal, his name was Rukian, died during a harsh winter. His mother died with him. Then, it was me, my mother, and my father. However, my mother and I were soon taken from my father, and I was left on my own. The stallion that took us had wanted to kill me, but my mother told him it was my freedom or her life. He was so keen on getting her that he let me go. Luckily, I had begun eating grass and drinking water by this time, so I was well off.

I joined a small herd of about ten a few months later, and grew into a strong mare, even if I do say so myself. Then, at the age of three, I left them all behind. They had become so focused on war and gaining territory, and I wanted no part of it. For a year, I wandered alone, and now, here I am.